THERE IS A HAPPY LAND

There is a happy land,
Far, far, away
Where saints in glory stand,
Bright, bright as day
Oh how sweetly they sing
“Worthy is our Saviour King!”
Loud let His praises ring
Praise, praise for aye.

Come to this happy land
Come, come away;
Why will ye doubting stand?
Why still delay?
Oh we shall happy be,
When, from sin and sorrow free,
Lord, we shall live with Thee
Blest, blest for aye.

Bright in that happy land
Beams e’very eye
Kept by a father’s hand
Love cannot die;
On, then, to glory run;
Be a crown and kingdom won;
And, bright above the sun,
Reign, reign for aye.